Squatwoman Begins

A/N: Story contains clothed facesitting and femdom and masked crusaders fighting crime and stuff. If that’s not for you, I apologize in advance.

A cold breeze blew over the streets of Smotherem City, sweeping with it all the light-weighted garbage that lay littered on the roads and sidewalks. It was nighttime, with most of its day-working citizens sleeping soundly (and some not so soundly) in their beds. But the streets were by no means empty. People still went about their jobs in the nighttime as if oblivious to the perils that it beheld.

A smooth dark shadow purred silently across a particularly dark and empty road, seemingly aimless. Moonlight shined through the rare spaces between the tightly packed buildings and a vague shape of a sleek black vehicle could be barely made out. Suddenly the skylight opened and a figure pounced out of the car while it was still moving. The figure landed silently and looked ahead at the dark side alley in front of her as she straightened up. In the dim light, one could barely make out any identifying features. Her majestic body glistened ever so slightly as she stood silhouetted with the moon in her background. A black latex full-body suit clung to her like a second skin; it was inconceivable that she could take it off at some point. It was a soft, allowing material that hugged her supple breasts and supported them although they needed no support. It flowed down, changing shape to match her slim waist and widening once again to enclose her beautiful butt. The suit went right inside between her cheeks without imposing any preset shape on it, and allowed her butt to be its natural self. Her mound and nipples were the only things the suit dared not to mimic. Her pitch black hair was curled up neatly behind her hood, and her mask revealed only her sky blue eyes and her rose red lips and her shapely jaw. One could make out that she had a heart-shaped face.

Smotherem city was a city rotten to its very core. Unemployment issues were high in the city, leading to criminals looking to make a quick buck on the streets any way they could. There was plunder, rape and murder in the streets. The cops had grown tired of trying to fight an infinite epidemic, and soon chose to enlist in the payrolls of gang bosses who wanted them to turn a blind eye, something they were already getting quite good at. The city needed a hero to save it from its plight. “It’d have to do with a heroine”, Squatwoman wondered with a smile. A shrill cry rang out from the dark alleyway followed by the grunt of a man. A rape attempt was in progress although nothing was visible from the street, and indeed nobody was around to care. Squatwoman had found her first prey for the night.

She darted silently into the alleyway towards the continuing screams, and soon came upon the situation. A scrawny looking man had a gun pointed at a relatively young lady and was shouting at her to take her clothes off unless she wanted to be offed. The lady was trembling and weeping as she reluctantly took off her jacket, shuddering due to the freezing cold. The man’s eyes were hungrily fixed on the lady’s breasts. Squatwoman was close enough now, but the man was too busy doing his thing to notice it. She took her coiled whip hanging from her belt and expertly swing it. In an instant the man’s gun disappeared. A look of disbelief and confusion came over the man’s face as he could not grasp what had just happened. She threw the gun to the side and into the darkness, still remaining unseen to the rapist. The would-have-been-victim-lady had the sense to use this chance to run away. The man turned around looking in all directions trying to make sense of what had happened.

Squatwoman reveled in his fear but soon decided to begin his punishment. They never expect an attack from above, she knew as she silently climbed on top of the dead lamp post nearby. The rapist was soon under the post, and she attacked. She dropped down from the post, landing heavily on his shoulders and simultaneously locking her legs together around his neck, very effectively choking him. He panicked and beat uselessly at her powerful legs and tried to pry them aside. He tried to scream but no sound came out of his constricted throat. Squatwoman idly drummed her fingers on his head, waiting for him to collapse. Soon the man found it hard to stand up any longer and keeled forward. She let go at the last moment, landing neatly in a crouched position above him, while he landed face-first on the dirty alley, losing consciousness before he hit the ground. She sighed and sat down on his back, pressed a few buttons on her wristwatch and waited. A few minutes later, the sleek black Squatmobile glided silently into the alleyway. She got up from the unconscious man’s back and opened the back seat. It took all her strength to lift-drag his limp body on the back of the car. She pushed his small head easily through the hole behind the driver’s seat, bringing his head to a rest facing up on the driver’s seat. She secured his body to the extent that he could slightly move his arms and his legs (which were bent up and tied on the roof of the car). She finished the whole ordeal by engaging the strap on his forehead tightly enough that he couldn’t turn his face away. After all, it was called the Squatmobile for a reason.

She got out of the car and got back in again on the passenger seat. It was time to wake him up. She lifted her hand in preparation and slapped him hard across the cheek, leaving a red mark in the shape of her palm. He moaned in his sleep but her practiced hand felt no pain at all. She slapped him again, backed handed this time, and harder. He awoke groaning in pain and started shouting at the top of his voice when he saw that he couldn’t move. Anger and fear started mixing into his confusion when he realized that he was lying face up on a car’s seat. She sat back and enjoyed his fear, despite his screaming insults at her. The Squatmobile was of course, sound-proof, but also no one was around to hear or care about his shouts.

“You fucking bitch let me out of here right now, or I’ll! — “, he tried to say. She slowly and deliberately put her palm on his mouth and firmly shut him up, surprising him with the strength of her grip. She was getting tired of his disrespectful attitude although it was heavily laced with fear. “Shhh..”, she said, slowly bringing her other finger to her lips. “Or I will start hurting you.” Then she let go of his face and was delighted to once again hear him shout profanities at her. She had very sharp tips attached to her fingers and she used the one on her right pointer to slowly make a red scratch on his left cheek, him whimpering in pain while she did so. His shouts still returned although this time it was of pain rather than insults aimed at her. But she had very clearly told him to shut up. She started drawing another red scratch on the same cheek, to make a slanted ‘X’ mark on his cheek, which now started weeping tiny droplets of blood. He got the point this time and shut his mouth, only shuddering at the sharp pain at his face.

Squatwoman observed her prey a little bit more carefully. She was surprised to discover that he was rather young. Too young in fact to be out raping people. He had a thick stubble but she could tell he was barely 20. He had an ugly thin face and she wrinkled her nose in disappointment. He wouldn’t be all too comfortable to sit on. Nonetheless, she was performing a service for the city and would do what needed to be done. She would set him straight tonight. “I’m going to teach you how exactly it feels to be raped. To be used.” She said, looking into his fearful eyes and got out of the passenger seat. She came around and opened the door to the driver’s seat and unceremoniously sat down on his face, put her other leg inside. She lifted up a moment to settle herself down more comfortably, letting out for a moment his loud yells of pain and panic. Then once again there was silence. Squatwoman sighed in relief and pleasure. His crooked nose had smoothly glided between her butt cheeks and had come to a rest at the deepest point. It felt really good as the suit relayed feelings of touch almost completely. His thin face was completely covered by her butt, with half of both cheeks spilled out on the sides of his face down to his ears.

He was still screaming at the top of his voice but fortunately nothing could be heard outside the air tight seal her butt made with his face. She felt a strong vibration in her butt due to his screams which travelled to her vagina as well. She took pleasure from his muffled screams in a more literal way now and found herself growing warmer and warmer as he kept on screaming. However, a few seconds later he realized that he didn’t have the sort of air in his lungs to keep on screaming forever. And to his absolute horror, he found that he couldn’t breathe in another fresh batch of air. He became more than ever aware of her tremendous weight perched painfully on his face. A few more seconds passed his panic was more visible. He started struggling against his bonds and his feet tied to the roof started shaking like he was having a fit. Did she know that he couldn’t breathe?

Squatwoman couldn’t stop herself from giggling at his panic after just one minute. She kept sitting for a while longer and then started talking. “If you don’t scream and don’t struggle and just calm the fuck down, you’ll have better luck lasting under there” she said and lifted herself up just a fraction to hear him violently suck in a mouth full of air and then sat back down again. She started the engine and the Squatmobile zoomed out on to the main road once again, cruising silently through the roads looking for trouble. It was hard to lift up and let her prey breathe under while she was driving, so she didn’t bother. She made frequent turns without slowing down much, which would shift the distribution of her weight more on to one butt cheek. Her prey soon learnt to use these opportunities to sneak in a breath through the lighter side of her butt. She would also occasionally encounter small ditches on the road which cause her to partially rise and fall back on his face in an instant, letting him gasp in another breath.

He would occasionally struggle against his bonds when he was pushed too much to the limit but she stopped noticing him a while ago. This was not a new thing for her after all. She was used to driving around with a helpless prey’s face buried firmly into her butt. This one was nothing special. For the time being he was her seat and nothing more. The Squatmobile finally slowed to a stop after half an hour when she reached her destination. It was time for the second hunt. This was a place on the bad side of town (although there really wasn’t a good side to the town) and she knew there would be something or the other going on out here. Sure enough the Squat-radar picked up signs of 5 people nearby, and she could even see them on the left side far away. It looked as if 4 of them were ganging up on a 5th. She tingled at the prospect of taking down 4 people together. It would be risky but also really fun! She was suddenly surprised by the violent jerks coming from under her. She hadn’t moved in a while and her seat had started struggling for air a while ago. Now in his panic he was using his entire animalistic strength to try and violently turn his head away so that he could breathe.

Squatwoman smiled mischievously and sank back down as much as she could to see how far he could go. But after a while she decided that she had plenty of time to play with this one later, and that she should probably go rescue the man getting beaten up. She opened the door and tried to get out but found that his head tried to rise up with her butt. The “X” she had made on his face had finally started clotting and had glued his wound with her right butt cheek. She laughed and got up with a little more strength, ripping away the clot and starting a fresh bout of bleeding on his cheek. He yelped in pain as well as relief of being able to breathe. She left him to his pain and closed the door behind her.

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Squatwoman stealthily made her way towards where the fight was going on. The guy on the ground was clearly being mugged as he was down to his undergarments and every possession of his was taken away. Two of the guys were standing next to a large shadow. That was her entry point. She silently dropped into the shadow. The thug closest to her was the smallest one and the one next to him was the biggest. In a swift movement she caught the head of the smallest guy and slammed it into the nearby wall. He collapsed immediately. The big guy turned around and she kicked him in the balls as hard as she could. He too collapsed to the ground groaning in pain. She took out her whip and swung it, coiling it tightly around the neck of the third one. The fourth guy had already rushed near her by now and threw a punch at her. She dodged it with ease and kicked him hard on the nose and heard it break. She followed up with another kick to the chest that sent him falling. The third guy had managed to uncoil her whip from his neck by now and rumbled towards her shouting with anger. She ran towards him and slid under his feet and reached her whip.

She turned around and whipped him across the back so hard that his clothes tore in a neat line where he was hit and exposed his bleeding skin. She delivered two more blows to his chest when he turned around and he collapsed to the ground writhing and screaming in pain. All three thugs were on the ground now and she started whipping all of them in turn, savoring their yelps of pain with each swing. “Maybe I’m enjoying this too much!” she wondered, but didn’t stop until the three thugs’ screams turned non-verbal. They couldn’t make any more sound due to the air being knocked out of their lungs. They appeared to be literally choking on the pain. She decided that these three were done for the night and turned around to the victim.

“P-Please don’t hurt me!” He cowered and backed away from her, looking horrified at what she had done to his assailants. “Coward.” She wondered and gestured at him to get out of here. He wasn’t worth talking to. By this time she noticed that the first thug she had attacked come to and was making a run for it, abandoning his partners in crime after he saw what she did to them. A naughty smile graced Squatwoman’s face, and she licked her lips as if she could almost taste his fear. Nothing tastier than a scared prey trying to escape. She pursued him slowly, taking her time and letting him run for a while. She wanted him to think he could actually get away before catching him. After about a mile she decided to scare him a bit and dropped right in front of him. He couldn’t stop in time and yelled as he tried to turn and fell sideways. When he got up, she was gone. He was really starting to freak out now. He ran in another direction, trying to look in every direction to see her coming again.

She approached from behind and used the claws on her fingers to scratch his back. He howled and fell forwards. A red five finger scratch mark was now visible and spreading all over his shirt’s back. But she was once again not to be seen. He got up again and started running, begging for mercy this time. “Please let me go! I was just playing along! I didn’t hurt that guy!” he screamed in every direction, desperately hoping to get away from this nightmare. Another coward. Squatwoman decided that he had run far enough. She tackled him from a side alley knocking him to the ground and made another pair of scratches on his chest. He didn’t try to fight back. He curled into a fetal position begging her to let him go. “I’ll I’ll do anything! Please don’t hurt me anymore!”

Squatwoman hated cowards. She didn’t even particularly enjoy hurting them. Besides she didn’t like hitting someone who wasn’t even trying to hit her back. She would still punish him though. “Get up and bend down.” She said curtly to the coward bawling like a baby on the ground. He fell over himself obeying her and immediately assumed the position. The Squatmobile was parked quite far off as she had let him run almost 2 miles before catching him. She didn’t want to walk back. Of course she could at all times remote drive it here but she rather ride this coward back to her car. “You’re going to carry me back to my car. You won’t talk. You won’t stop and you won’t bend back up, because if I fall, trust me, you WILL regret it. Understand?” She asked, without looking at him. He whimpered that he understood.

She approached him and got on his back in a swift jump, knocking his breath out and unbalancing him. But he managed to not fall and started walking. It was hard to walk like that not only because of her weight but also because she was pushing his head down to hold his torso horizontal. Squatwoman wasn’t satisfied at the speed he was going. She took out her extendable baton and whacked him hard on the butt. Every animal understood that signal to walk faster, and he certainly did, and started grunting with effort as he managed to keep up a jogging pace. She was bouncing lightly on his back due to the speed he was going and her butt was stretching and pulling at the whip wounds on his back. But she either didn’t notice or didn’t care. She was too turned on at this point from all the bouncing and the groaning.

She made him take a slightly longer way than required, laughing inside at how pathetic he was. She wanted to see if he could go faster and whacked him on the butt a few more times, harder. He tried his best to go faster but he just couldn’t. Squatwoman wouldn’t give up that easy. She beat him right on his scratch wound next, making him howl and lose balance once again and sent him keeling off to hit a wall. Squatwoman still sat on confidently as if daring him to fall. He hit the wall hard head first, but managed to steady himself with his hands. He was quite shaken by just how much this woman was eager to hurt him. He started running again, much faster this time, almost at ordinary running speed. “Fear that gives men wings…” Squatwoman wondered to herself with a smile. She was feeling almost uncomfortably warm and wet now.

The vigilante and her prey finally reached the Squatmobile. She dismounted him slowly and deliberately, her butt stretching and pulling at his wounds as she did so. “Ok. Get out of here now.” She said and walked towards her car without looking back. She went over to the driver’s seat and was a bit taken aback to see a face there. She had forgot that she had left another prey locked in her car. She loved to make them wait. They waited helpless, knowing that she might be back any second to deal them more pain. The waiting was sometimes more fearful than the actual punishment itself, if you knew how to time it properly.

She noticed with a pleasant surprise that the prey stuck to her seat was weeping silently. His eyes were dried out and she realized that he had been crying all this time and was tired out by now. She felt herself growing warmer once again. It was harder to be aroused when she was in a fight or flight situation but now that her prey was trapped helplessly she knew she could enjoy it to the fullest. He looked up at her, his trembling eyes silently begging her for mercy. But she would have none of it. She waved her hand apart as if to say “Stop joking” and sat down unceremoniously on his face again and started driving. He started moaning in pain again. She wondered she had given him too long a break.

She drove around for some more time, keeping an eye out. But it was slowly becoming morning time and even crime took a hiatus for a few hours. She should return and catch some sleep she wondered. There was still the problem of disposing of the prey under her ass though. She thought whether or not to try and get an orgasm out of the situation. He had grown silent now, having accepted his fate. He quietly sneaked in a breath when opportunity arose and didn’t try to turn away or complain. In other words he was becoming too boring. She could get off better if he was twisting and turning and trying get away. She would have to take him back to the Squatcave and tie him down on better equipment to bounce around on his face a little better and get herself going. She bounced a few times on him to convince herself. The car seat wasn’t particularly bouncy and it just felt like she was punching him in the face with her butt over and over again. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that!” she wondered and kept dropping her weight on his face for a while.